The Worst Form of OCD
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I'm not very good at using words, words are tricky, two people can perceive the same words completely differently.
I often find myself struggling to find a way to convey an accurate portrayal of myself to others. Then, when someone gets the wrong idea of who I am, I feel desperate to explain myself, clinging for the right words to bring them back to perceiving me the way I would have them to.
Then, I struggle to justify my slip from the perfect mold I built for them to judge me by. Learning how to just be, whatever I am, whoever I am, without worrying about being perceived as this kind of person or that kind of person, has been the hardest thing.
I wonder if that makes any sense. I know I didn't use the right words in this post, either.